Devouring Evolution: I Reborn as an Arctic Wolf Chapter 1770 - 993: Nightmare Army, Emperor’s Son’s Tour and Speech

The political strategy of the Demon Emperor’s Son is a direct inheritance from his father; thus, it remains unassailable in both its righteous intent and long-term vision.

He is a truly benevolent sovereign, possessing a magnetic charisma and a natural affinity that radiates from his spiritual will. This presence caused the eyes of many nearby exotic beasts to shimmer with a crystal-clear brilliance.

As they watched the Dragon Chariot move forward and listened to the Demon Emperor’s Son vow to resist the Heizi Tribe until his last breath, they felt as though the shadow of the former Great Emperor had returned.

Years ago, the original Demon Emperor had rallied them in this exact manner before the battle lines.

In those days, the sight of the Demon Emperor banished all fear and hesitation; their only desire was to charge forward behind the massive Dragon Banner and the Star Sky Battle Flag!

The threat of the Heizi Tribe and matters of life and death were completely forgotten.

It felt as if those glorious times had returned at last.

This realization sparked a fire of defiance within the Exotic Beast Army, even stirring those who had grown weary of war and too terrified to ever return to the front lines.

Shortly after, however, the Eastern Extremity Demon Emperor and Western Extremity Demon Emperor projected their vast spiritual wills to challenge the Son. They questioned how he planned to halt the Heizi Tribe while they were at the height of their power.

Did he intend to exhaust the entire system just to satisfy his pride?

Regardless, having already aligned themselves with the Demon Star Lord, they had no intention of changing course now.

The Demon Emperor’s Son did not waste time arguing; such debates had been recycled among the ancestral powers for over two millennia.

No matter the rhetoric, no argument could overcome the sentiment: "If we use the Emperor’s decree and the Star Core Business to buy a single day of peace today, only to wake up to the arrival of the Black Sun Evil Army tomorrow, whose lives will be left to pay for today’s cowardice?"

“Comrades, I am the Demon Emperor’s Son, and I am willing to be the first to fall in this battle!”

Following his thunderous shout, the Dragon Chariot resumed its journey, visiting one location after another.

Ignoring the spiritual wills of the Eastern and Western Extremity Demon Emperors, many members of the Exotic Beast Army—their eyes moist with emotion—began inscribing the soul pattern of the Demon Emperor’s Son onto their voting stickers.

Once marked, these stickers transformed into shimmering light, flying toward the Destiny Stone where the Vast Destiny resides.

Condensed from pure fortune, these votes are impossible for anyone to manipulate or change.

To interfere with them would be an open provocation against the collective fortune of the Ten Thousand Demon System.

Even though the Demon Star Lord had weakened this fortune, it remained unshakable by anyone at the Late Stage of Half-Step Forbidden, or even those at the Peak!

Meanwhile, within the nebula layer, the oppressive half-step taboo aura of the Demon Star Lord caused many exotic beasts to waver, leading them to cast their votes in his favor.

Nevertheless, it was undeniable that the Demon Emperor’s Son was currently receiving the most votes, dealing a massive blow to the opposition’s foundation!

The momentum caused the Son’s vote tally to skyrocket.

Watching this with growing desperation, the Eastern and Western Extremity Demon Emperors employed various techniques to sabotage the Son’s inspections and speeches.

However, their petty tricks were powerless against such a grand tide of public sentiment.

After several days of tireless travel, the Demon Emperor’s Son reached the Central Zone of the outer system.

It was here that his vote count officially overtook that of the Demon Star Lord, sparking genuine panic within the Eastern and Western Extremity Demon Emperors.

Although the final result was centuries away, this initial campaign was vital, as it set the stage for the voting trends of the coming millennia.

In a fit of desperation, the two Emperors ordered their subordinates to forcibly disperse the crowds of watching beasts.

“Hmph! We cannot permit the Emperor’s Son to continue this propaganda; his charisma is becoming as dangerous as his father’s.”

The Western Extremity Demon Emperor sent out this spiritual message while using his followers to create a massive empty buffer zone around the Son.

He even commanded his own beast army to retreat and garrison the Vassal Towns.

“True, but the Emperor’s Son is foolish to demand the reopening of the war fronts. He has no idea how terrifying the Heizi Tribe truly is. Their members move like phantoms; conventional attacks are useless. It takes fortune, complex battle formations, and a massive waste of vitality force just to kill one of them. A single ancestral-level Shadow Puppet can kill two or three of our own beasts.”

With every high-level warrior and Vein Master of the Heizi Tribe being a near-invincible force, what hope did they have?

The Eastern Extremity Demon Emperor’s eyes filled with a sense of grief and futility.

Only those who had served on the high-level frontlines understood the horror of their enemy. To them, a ten-era Peace Treaty—even if it meant living in the shadows—was better than being slaughtered again.

Just as these two veteran Peak Heavenly Venerables were lamenting their situation, a beacon fire suddenly erupted millions of miles away, soaring into the sky!

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Standing over Meng Hu, Su Lin looked down at him as if he were a cold, lifeless carcass, his expression devoid of any warmth.

A suffocating sense of peril instantly gripped the Invincible Fierce Tiger. Meng Hu, who was already clinging to life, began to gasp for air. He felt like a fish on a chopping block, waiting for the White Wolf’s blade. This psychological pressure nearly broke him; he couldn't comprehend why the White Wolf hadn't killed him on the ice, choosing instead to drag him back to the Land of Adventure. Though terror consumed him, his shattered body lacked the strength to resist. He was utterly helpless in the White Wolf's domain.

Su Lin observed Meng Hu with a mocking glint in his eyes, much like a master inspecting a new slave.

“Awooo—” Su Lin let out a low howl to the nearby wolves, gesturing for them to take the dying Siberian Tiger into custody.

The Wolf Clan obeyed immediately. Several wolves worked together to haul Meng Hu away. His open wounds scraped against the earth, leaving a thin, crimson trail of blood that stretched from Su Lin’s feet out toward the entrance of the cave.

Su Lin watched the trail of blood with eyes as still as a frozen pond.

Next, Su Lin turned his attention to the Variant Species Flesh. It was time to distribute rewards based on merit—the moment every member of the Wolf Clan lived for. To them, food was the ultimate glory.

Many wolves stared at the meat, their mouths watering as they waited for Su Lin's permission to feast.

Su Lin’s gaze landed on his two primary lieutenants. Sensing the Wolf King's heavy gaze, Xiao Hui immediately stood at attention. Little Lone Wolf, conversely, remained in a posture of deep respect, keeping his head bowed low, which pleased Su Lin.

Despite being the Lead Wolf and holding immense authority, Little Lone Wolf remained perfectly humble before Su Lin.

As for Xiao Hui, his personality remained as vibrant and child-like as ever, despite his increased intelligence. He was always eager to follow Su Lin and expand the Wolf Clan's reach across the Arctic.

Acknowledging the loyalty and bravery of these two White Wolves, Su Lin granted them each three hundred pounds of flesh. This massive reward caused Xiao Hui to bark with joy, while Little Lone Wolf let out a fierce, appreciative howl to show his gratitude.

The rest of the meat was distributed among the others who had fought. Whether they were Beta Wolves or Hài-Wolves, every contributor received their fair share of the spoils.